These hammers and strings been following me around   From a box filled garage to the dark punk rock clubs   Of 1000 American towns      And my friend calls me up,   She says, how have you been? I say dear I've been well   Yeah, the money's coming but I miss you like hell   I still hear you in this old piano, yeah      She says Andy I know that we don't talk as much   But I still hear your ghost in these old punk rock clubs   Come on, write me a song, give me something to trust   Just promise you won't let it be, just the keys that you touch      Give me something to believe in, a breath from the breathing   So write it down, I don't think that I'll close my eyes   'Cause lately I'm not dreaming so what's the point in sleeping?   It's just that at night I've got nowhere to hide   So I write you a lullaby, a lullaby      These hammers and strings been following me around   Behind passenger vans through the snow, dirt and sands   Of 1000 American towns      And my friend calls me up with her heart heavy still   She says Andy the doctor's prescribed me the pills   But I know I'm not crazy, I just lost my will   So why am I, why am I taking them still?      I need something to believe in, a breath from the breathing   So write it down, I don't think that I'll close my eyes   'Cause lately I'm not dreaming so what's the point in sleeping?   It's just that at night I've got nowhere to hide   To the sleepless this is my reply, I will write you a lullaby, a lullaby      Give me something to believe in   So write it down, I don't think that I'll close my eyes   'Cause lately I'm not dreaming so what's the point in sleeping?   It's just that at night I've got nowhere to hide   To the sleepless this is my reply I'll write you a lullaby   A lullaby, a lullaby, a lullaby